The past few months have been a little hard. Last February was when I first discovered the tumor. Though at that time, I had no idea what it was. I was terrified because I knew what I did not want it to be. The people who were in my life at the time reassured me that there was no way that it was a tumor. I knew that it hurt, a lot. And I knew that whatever it was, it should not be there. I also knew that the nurse practitioner that I was seeing was doing no good so I found another doctor to get a second opinion.
About this time last year, I already had my first MRI and was told that it was a mass. One that must be removed, which meant surgery. Ugh, the only surgery I ever had was to get my wisdom teeth removed. I also heard a word that I refused to Google. Sarcoma. This was the worst case senario. First, they said it was a hematoma, worst case senario it would be a mass. Then they told me that it was a mass, more than likely a collection of fat, worse case senario a Sarcoma. I did not want to know what that meant because it did not sound good.
My first surgery was April 18th, I believe, or somewhere around there. So about this time, I had seen the surgeon and was making preparations for the surgery. Preparing myself mentally, spiritually. Preparing my daughter of what to expect... Little did I know, that it was just the beginning of a very long journey.
This past year has been a huge test in all aspects. I never thought that I was a strong person, but when you are put in a situation where there is no other choice your true strength shows. I owe it all to Him. I pray daily for strength and for all of my fears to be turned into courage. I ask that He not walk beside me through this journey, but to carry me through it instead. I placed my life in His hands and trusted that He would get me and my family through it. Here I am one year after my first surgery, celebrating Easter with my family. I am truly blessed and I pray that all of you enjoy your many blessings this Easter.
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